wanderer
wearing no shoes i walk silently through the dew-kissed grass at twilight
glimmering tears briefly illumined by the smoldering embers of sunlight
myst’ries unsolved and earthy dim images floating before me in half-light
love’s labour found in the rain and the fog pierced by glowing white starlight
at peace with dreams i watch between a world illumined by nightlight
littlepeace finds inspiration for her writing in nature, art and everyday life. her poetry reflects her fascination with the intersection of ancient and modern as well as her love of language and wordplay. her poems are often entirely in lowercase, her philosophy being that 'God is big and i am small, therefore i am lowercase.'
Allow the “wanderer” to continue on her journey – for she awakens the reader – who is delighted of such a good read.
reminds me of a intro to some mysterious vampire serching for more.
This one makes me really happy!